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coyote
Strange, this gateless cage...
Men— Of my age— Are fur-lined in an oddly ornate mange; Proud, Coyote-sage, Yet hid-at-home on our range. Strange, This gateless cage— This rage-unwashable shroud. When, By stormcloud, Might I free that sweet pup in me again? Ursine Vulpine · Ursine Vulpine – Wicked Game Feat. Annaca
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clotheslines My breath catches On a line at times, Like my lips did When I was nine:
I could hear the cartilage cracking... I could hear the cartilage cracking, Creaking, popping, capillary-snapping, Fast-lacking listening in my left ear; Fear tingle-snaking around my spine,
Styxish
That’s dare-us. A pale blue dot.You’re not quite here… But there, in this photo—Barely a pixel. Some whistled-dismissal.A Mr. Roboto-stare; An 80s grotto;Our nowhere-near— Just stardust.
f major
Daren’t leave it on my luck too-easily...
Yoste · Friends Please, Help me not muck it up. Daren’t leave it on my luck too-easily: I’m quittingly queasy. Can’t tell if it’s you or yours truly— Might be me; no… Almost certainly. ‘Cause all my hopes are the hurricane Through our sapling-tree… As I tend to blow. If even we’re…
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origami
The past's an absurdity...
The groove in this song Has gravity— It draws on me. Weirdly, rightly-wrong: Recalled calamity On my coattail. It almost Means nothing— The past’s an absurdity. Or is it? I avail my memory… Of everything, Some a sting On that great something In my life. Sweet though dry, A…
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RWND/02.28.2017: again and when
One.
I stood still within the Wind last eve, Let Her fingers tease my hair, And, through squinted eyes afraid of drying, Glimpsed Her guessing She came from nowhere (Yet from somewhere, lest I be lying). And, lightly, She grasped me by the sleeve, Heartened me to face the west, Where, sourced beyond my long-shadowed arbor, A mellow giant did seek His rest In some recessed…
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bottom of the third
bottom of the third
Crucial for creativity… And, yet, I wincing-see: The nativity Of myself— A welp-at-fifty. It’s an absurdity… Now that I’ve but-halfway seen it.
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